The Sentinels "ye young fellows that follows the sea"

It was stupid of him to get so close just because of his interest in the thing around the white dog's neck; but that's what he did, and he paid the price. As soon as he was within range of those fangs the stranger defended against the approaching hybrid and those teeth caught upon Clarence's face, sinking in to the thin flesh of his snout and tearing free when the creature felt the sting of pain and withdrew. The snap was quick - and the next one too, which sank in to a more substantial section of Clarence's grizzled cheek, but this time he could not pull back and be so easily freed. Blood poured from this fresh gash in the middle of his snout but the more immediate issue was Dune's hold on his face.

The creature pulled back with a whine, then side-stepped, thrust himself foreward, tried to toss his head around, but everything just hurt more and he couldn't stop the scissor-bite of the white wolf. Blood seeped from his face and splattered the soil. It stained his neck with ease, and if he wasn't able to escape soon, it was likely Dune would shift just a few inches and grab his throat — Clarence was socially inept for sure, but he knew the dangers of that and would try to escape the predicament he had forced himself in to.